One charmer looks up at the stars and tries one last attempt to worship another god, a god to save him. The moans of pain and suffering are louder than he can stand. Lord, save me from these evil demons, he says. The dark figure appears before him and screams for silence. His voice echoing in the mountains and the trees lean away from the sound of his tongue lashing behind his giant fangs. Satan wraps his hand around the charmer’s neck and laughs because he knows there’s no one around to save him. He smiles at the charmer and slithers his fork head tongue out like a snake and shoves it down charmer’s throat. Forever owning his voice.
Manastash 2013
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